the woes
the woes
of the poets did
compound
for there were many woes
around

the woes they couldn't
surmount
woes that stayed on the estate's  
mount

poets tormented by woes
day and night
and there was no respite
for their plight

the woes were never
ending
the woes not ever
suspending

the woes such as
plagiarists
taking works in pilfering
fists

so too the trolls on
patrol
on them no firm
control

woes
woes
woes
besetting
the
poetry
community
woes
woes
woes
permitted
to
act
with
licensed
impunity
woes
woes
woes
of
them
not
much
immunity    
woes
woes
woes

Only I can fix me
But I have given up
Life is ******* everyone
But I have had enough.

You mimic a monstrosity
Your disposition runs like ink

These ticks become habitual
These prisons become virtual
These masks become complete

Images designated for dissection

New found suits for dissenting

Legends in lethargy and memory high hysterics

Neatly astute for the sake of navigation

They mingle like limbo inside brickwork bunkers

The embodiment of human discernment

Madness makes moves

I see the eyes reassemble for nonsense

You steal my time for a story we have already forgotten

I brace because my jaws are acutely inclined for folly

I try to resemble accommodation but fall short like the gods intended

I hear their laughter

but its my own obscure orchestration

Yours are not mine but I shatter with the rest

My favorite parasite
My favorite sanctuary

I love you all inside this room soaked sickly

Indifferent and discarded

Now and again we find the time for creation

Spring loaded sky stuck symptoms

Trampoline tactics for these less buoyant patrons

We figure the fabrications come complete

Declare another dysfunction
Society breaks the hesitant

Hold the moments hostage like so much decoration

Happier times splattered while a perfect storm swells

Satirical strings attached for an elusive heaven

I now know the we that became you

At the time between dusk and dawn,
I was caught strolling,
Not rolling,
But merely walking down a cobbled,
Shadowed walkway.
The echoes of light, bright
Store front lights
Ceased to exist.
A frigid, uneasy breeze started to crawl up my trousers and into my heart.
I became dark.

A shadowed, hallowed car appeared,
a mere apparition I feared.
A figure appeared, appeared right before my eyes,
It merely sat, and leered.
For it sat and analyzed me,
Sat and put me in an exhibit,
Sat and sketched my very fears.

I peered into the inferno, I came near,
Near to the mirage.
Greeting but not meeting, I wallow in
Sorrow, the despicable fallout, of my demise.

We walked you and I,
I sat, sat in that very seat,
In the old behemoth.
Where time meets space,
And fates meet.

love is forgotten in the pages of a dead book.
the dried four leaf clover,
used as a book mark,
falls right out.

there is no luck
there is no chance

just life,
and the path that leads you to your soulmate